MARCHING TOWARDS SPRING-

All Wintered Out!

I don't know about you but I thought

February would NEVER END.
Then March 
ROARED IN LIKE A LION.

We had several inches of snow.

Snow that glitters like diamonds-

so bright and dazzling 
that it would hurt your eyes.

Feathery soft,
white as an angel's wing.

coating every surface with 
shimmery sequins.

As pretty as it is, however,
I am not a SNOW person.
No.I.Am.Not.

I am MARCHing towards Spring.

I am always  TIRED of winter!

Tired of snow!

Tired of cold!

Tired of the frozen tundra.
Give me snow for Christmas Eve
and Christmas Day and then
take it away----please----

I am MARCHing towards 

St. Patrick's Day with my potted Shamrock...

the plant of  my father's mother

and her mother before her.

Other years found me
 MARCHing to the sink
 to wash the 

Irish China that my girls gave me.
However,

As we are preparing to downsize,

I let the girls arm-wrestle over

which one of them would "inherit" the

IRISH CHINA

they had gifted to me a few years ago.

Before this morning is over
 I am  MARCHing myself 

right over to 

STARBUCKS...where I will 
WALTZ IN

and order a latte.

A drink to warm my bones.
 While my heart 

longs for Spring,
my body is stuck with a
Dreary Winter Day.

I was thinking (that's dangerous)

and I told MyHero I might order 

him a nice little

LEPRECHAUN SUIT

for Saint Patrick's Day.

I'd been looking at costumes
 and I thought I 

finally found the right one.

I was all set to order until I saw that it said-

COSTUME ONLY!

DARN!!!!

I am back home but will only
be here for a few days
before going to visit
my daughter and sweet grandkids.
Oh! Look!
One is dressed and waiting for me
on the steps already!

Have a wonderful Monday.